When the taxi pulled up to the location my friends had sent to me, I was almost tempted to tell the driver to bring me back home. Shaking my head, I paid the man and climbed out. At the front of the venue, there was a large sign advertising the horror movie we were supposed to watch in the pumpkin patch tonight. That wasn’t the part I had a problem with. I was actually looking forward to it.
The issue was the huge corn maze that I was apparently expected to figure out before enjoying the damn movie. Why the hell didn’t Jen and Lucas tell me about that part? Of course, the answer was obvious. I wouldn’t have come if I’d known. I rubbed my eyes and pulled out my phone.
Jen answered quickly. I heard the soft tones of conversation in the background.
“Hey, Megan! Are you here?”
“Yeah, but I don’t know if I’m going to stay.”
“What do you mean? We’re all here waiting for you!”
“Uh-huh. And when were you going to tell me that I have to solve a stupid corn maze to get to the pumpkin patch?”
“Oh, it’s not that bad. We got through it in like 10 minutes or so.”
“You know I don’t have a good sense of direction!”
“Oh, come on. Just go in. You’ll see how easy it is. I’ll even help you out with a good tip. If you see the scarecrow, you’re going in the wrong direction.”
I sighed. This was bullshit but if the maze wasn’t that bad, I should at least give it a shot. A few minutes later, I was regretting my decision. The corn was only about a foot taller than me but the setting sun gave the whole structure an ominous air. Absently, I wondered if anyone would come looking for me while I wandered around in here for an hour.
Then I came to the scarecrow.
“Goddamnit!” I yelled.
Of course, I would end up exactly where Jen told me not to be. At least, it was in a clearing that gave me a break from all the damn claustrophobic corn. Rubbing my eyes, I looked around. Though I knew that I needed to go back the way I came, the towering corn presented an intimidating picture.
It was almost enough to make me plop down in the grass and call Jen to find me.
“Why am I not surprised that I’m the only one who got lost?”
“Need some help?”
Clutching my chest, I glanced around quickly for the source of the coarse voice. Elation bloomed in my chest at the thought that someone could help me get out of here. The feeling dissipated when my scan revealed that I was still alone.
What the hell?
“Hello?” I called out while walking slowly to where I’d come out.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
I stilled. Since I had ventured closer to the scarecrow, I heard the rumble of the voice as it emanated. And yet, I couldn’t believe it. My heart hammered – making it hard to breathe. Though my instincts screamed at me to run, my legs wouldn’t move. Instead, I turned my head in the scarecrow’s direction. His glowing yellow eyes seemed to burn a hole in me.
“Are you lost?” he asked again. “I could help you get out.”
Rubbing my eyes, I looked away.
“I’ve lost my damn mind in a corn maze. That’s just great.”
My racing thoughts were interrupted by his straw-stuffed hand running over my bare arm. Still, I refused to turn around again. He slid his fingers under my chin and forced my gaze upward. This time I was able to see more of his burlap-covered face.
“Do you want to keep questioning your sanity or do you want to get out of here?” Smirking, he used his other hand to trace a line from my neck to the cleft between my breasts. “I don’t require much as payment.”
It was hard enough to wrap my mind around a talking scarecrow that I didn’t quite understand what he meant.
“What?”
Instead of answering he unzipped my top and pulled my bra over my breasts. As his rough fingers stroked my nipples, his intention became clear. My jaw dropped.
“What the hell are you doing?”
I tried to step back but he moved quickly to pull me close. His scratchy clothes were abrasive against my sensitive flesh. Leaning down, the scarecrow whispered in my ear.
“Do you want to get out or not?”
“Of course, I want to get out.”
“Then let me help you.” While holding me tight with one hand he undid my slacks. His rough finger found my clitoris easily in my underwear. “All you have to do is please me.”
He moved his finger faster though I hadn’t replied. I expected it to hurt me but I was surprised by the warmth building between my thighs. Shaking my head, I tried to focus on what the scarecrow had said. While this was weird, it wasn’t…unpleasant.
Besides, this might make a great story one day.
“Okay. Just get me out of here.”
“Good.” The scarecrow let me go but it was only so he was able to pull my underwear down. “Get on your knees.”
Swallowing, I did what I was told. As he freed his manhood I wondered if it would be made of straw too. I could only stare at what I saw. It was dark like mahogany but instead of being smooth, it had corncob-like ridges along the entire shaft.
Holy hell.
As disconcerting as it was, I had to wonder what it would feel like. He didn’t give me any more time to contemplate. Grabbing the back of my head, he forced the strange appendage into my mouth. I gagged on its length while trying my best to run my tongue along the ridges.
“Very good,” he growled.
In no time, he was moving faster – scraping the roof of my mouth in a steady rhythm. A surprising spark of desire shot through me and my core pulsed. I felt my wetness coating my folds. Just as I started to envision what his essence would be like, he pulled away. I peered upward at him. A wide stitched smile stretched across his burlap face.
“Lie down.”
Getting on my back, I spread my legs for him. Settling between them quickly, he pressed my thighs upward. For a creature that should have been made of wood and straw, his strength was noteworthy. As the pain of his grip spread up the back of my leg, I anticipated the bruise he would leave.
The scarecrow guided his manhood into my slick centre. I gasped as my muscles started to spasm around his girth. The ridges pressed against my needy flesh to send shockwaves of ecstasy up my spine. God, this was even better than I’d imagined.
“Oh,” I moaned.
He chuckled and fully sheathed himself in my heat. A flush crept up my cheeks when I realized that a moan had escaped me.
So much for doing this under duress.
Placing his hands on either side of my head, the scarecrow rocked his wooden hips back and forth at a steady pace until I was writhing underneath him. He’d told me to please him but goddamn, he was the one pleasing me. Without thinking, I reached up and stroked his face. The material was coarse under my fingertips but I didn’t mind.
The scarecrow grinned and built up a relentless rhythm – slamming into me so hard that the grass burnt my ass cheeks.
“Yes. You’re taking me so well. Tell me how good I feel inside you.”
I let out a stuttering breath. My core pulsed around him. How the hell were his words having this kind of effect on me?
“You feel so good. So goddamn good. Oh, God. I’m going to come.”
“I know.”
I cried out – arching my back and clawing at the ground. As he kept railing me with his corncob dick, the sensations ratcheted higher and higher. It was so intense that I thought I was on the brink of completely losing my mind. In fact, if it wasn’t for the scarecrow’s grip on my hips, I would have been sure that it had already happened.
While still delighting in my apex, I felt the scarecrow stiffen above me. Absently, I wondered if he was filling me with straw or some weird kind of liquid concoction. When he rose, I slid my hand carefully between my thighs. My fingers came away wet and I brought them to my nose.
The scent was an odd combination of rain and straw.
“It’s time,” he said.
I looked down at my dishevelled clothing, my heart fluttering with panic.
“Wait! I—”
There was a flash of light and suddenly I was on the outside of the maze. My friends sat on large bales of hay while chatting nonchalantly. Gasping, I looked down – expecting my slacks and underwear to be around my ankles. Somehow, everything was in place.
I shook my head in disbelief. For a moment, I thought I must have imagined everything. Then I felt the scarecrow’s essence dripping out of me.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw the tip of his stand highlighted by the waning sunlight. Maybe it would be interesting to get lost on my way back out, too. Giggling, I walked toward my friends. It might have been worth it to try something different on Halloween, after all.
END
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